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lonelycurry
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You will never be a real Indian. You have no culture, you have no heritage, you have no understanding of what it means to be Indian. You are a cultureless mutt twisted by globohomo and inferiority complex into a crude mockery of Indian culture. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock your accent. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your LARP behind closed doors. Indians are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Indian to sniff out mlecchas with incredible efficiency. Even mlecchas who have Indian parents look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your accent is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Indian prostitute home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your mutilated penis. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone in australia, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a australian man is buried here. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably situated in australia. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
